Something Great (Narry)

Chapter 20

I woke up the next morning and something felt off. It wasn't a bad feeling, I was feeling at peace. I felt the warmth of Niall's smaller frame wrapped in mine. My chin in the crook of his shoulder, our hands wrapped together resting on his stomach. I felt his gentle breathing against my chest causing my heart to flutter.

I couldn't help but grin. Everything was right. It was like a dream that I finally managed to get Niall to forgive me. This time I was determined not to screw things up.

My eyes trailed down the freckles on Niall's neck leading to his shoulders. I placed a few gentle kisses on his shoulder and shut my eyes again. I tightened my grip on his hands as if he was going to slip away from me at any minute. We breathed in sync as I slowly drifted off to sleep once again. I was startled by the feeling of Niall untangling himself from me. I felt a weight lift up from the bed as he slipped out from under the covers.

"Where are you going?!" I blurted out, my eyes suddenly shooting open. My heartbeat accelerated when I couldn't see Niall anywhere in my room.

"I thought you were still asleep I was going to make breakfast," Niall said awkwardly, poking his head back in the bedroom door.

"Oh," I steadied my breathing.

"Are you alright?" Niall approached me cautiously.

I nodded gently and Niall came and sat beside me on the bed, pulling me into a gentle embrace.

"How about pancakes?" he whispered softly in my ear.

"Okay," I smiled.

He pulled away from me and cupped my cheeks in his hands, planting a soft kiss on my forehead.

"Now I'm going into the kitchen," he announced loudly, "I'm walking down the halls," I heard him yell from a distance once he left the room.

I chuckled lightly.

"I'm in the kitchen," I heard him shout.

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The sun crept in through the curtains, shining in my eyes. I groaned and rolled over burying my face in my pillow.

"Zayn can you close the curtains," I groaned into the sheets.

There was no response. I reached out to push Zayn to encourage him to wake up. He wasn't there. I sat up, scanning the room. It wasn't like Zayn to be up this early. I slid out of bed and walked towards to dresser to find some clothes to put on. As I pulled open the drawers I noticed something was missing. There was no trace of any of Zayn's belongings.

I rubbed my neck in confusion, pulled on a pair of sweatpants then shuffled towards the living room.

"Zayn where did all your clothes g-" I stopped in my tracks.

I stared in shock with my mouth gaping open at my completely empty apartment. How did I sleep through everything being taken out of our apartment? I began to panic, thinking we had been robbed. I quickly grabbed my phone from my pocket. I dialed Zayn's number with shaky hands. It kept ringing with no answer. Suddenly it stopped.

"I'm sorry. The number you have dialed has been changed."

"Where are you?" I shouted out in frustration.

I immediately thought of the worst. I tended to do that. What if he had been kidnapped? The thought of Zayn being hurt in any way made my heart sink. I grabbed my car keys and ran towards the front door. I was going to find him. I came to a stop when I saw a note taped to the door.

"Harry,

I'm sorry I had to do this to you but we both know things weren't working with us. With me working so much and you just losing your inheritance. I took it upon myself to move all of my things out. I think it's fair you keep the apartment though. I think it's best we cut off all contact between the two of us. It would only make things worse. And you wouldn't want to upset me more than you already have. Good luck with your life Harry.